[deep kick]

Title: Deep Kick
Author: Link Worshiper
Pairing: 1=2
Stuff: language, braid torture, post EW, but series at the same time (O__o), lemony, experimental POV stuff
Disclaimer: When GW and the RHCP belong to me, I'll let you know. Heero's song is Luna, by the Pumpkins.

This one's for Sunhawk, because she's unfathomably wonderful to me. I blame the story on her, too, since she suggested I use my painful family vacation as fiction fodder. I know she probably meant for me to draw inspiration from the actual vacation and not a song I've listened to a thousand times on my iPod, but beggars can't be choosers, right?

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I don't know what I should have been thinking when Duo showed up on L1 that day. I wanted to tell myself that his visit had been an impulsive thing that had been born of his sheer desire to see me, but I knew it probably had more to do with that Mariemaia girl. At least, that's what I reasoned. I knew damn well that most of the time, reason didn't play much of a part in Duo's logic. Truth be told, reason didn't mean much to me when it came to Duo, either.

I'd been more on the reclusive side after the first war. Maybe I'd been a little paranoid Relena would try to pursue me and try and get me to settle down her way - whatever that was. She had her peace, and now, I wanted mine. The war had thrust a lot of things upon me and had given me a lot of things to think about now that it wasn't a constant weight on my shoulders. So I hightailed it up to the closest place I had to a home and found a tiny apartment for rent on one of the more blue-collar satellites, figuring that was the sort of place I'd fade away best in. I got a job unloading freighters in the spaceport during the day and spent nights humming myself to sleep as I tried to figure out what I wanted for myself.

The daily work was hard and strenuous, but I loved it. Maybe it was the tedious labour, or the way no one would look at me like they hated me - like they wanted me to die. The freighter berths were always thick with port workers and traveling spacers alike, so no one really paid me any mind as long as I kept doing an efficient job. The atmosphere was refreshing, though, with the constant stream of unfamiliar, curious faces. Still, there were moments where I hoped that maybe Duo would come strolling off one of those freighters. That selfish part of me wished he'd have come to L1 searching for me, while a vainer part whispered that he'd have come after trying hard to locate me there.

At night, sometimes I'd lie in bed with my cock in hand as I whimpered Duo's name into the pillow. It was a secret I'd kept with me since I'd rescued him from Barge, but in the pitch blackness of my closet-like apartment, I felt safe indulging my fantasies about him. There were other times I'd just fold my arms behind my head and stare at the ceiling, while I thought about every little nothing we could own together. I wondered if he'd rather a dog or a cat, or if he'd like to live in space or on earth, in a city or in suburbia. I was embarrassed that I would imagine such silly scenarios concerning him, that I was so foolishly saving my love for him. And yet, I thought that even if years went by with me spending all my evenings alone with my radio, just one kiss from him was worth waiting for.

But it was like all those irrationalities didn't matter when he did find me. He seemed so casual about it too, leaning in my doorway with his black baseball cap twisted backwards on his head and a ragged leather jacket slung over one shoulder. He said something about his Gundam, but I wasn't really adhering to it. The first thing I wanted to know was why.

He blinked at my interruption, his lips rounding in surprise as his face fell a little. I think he thought I was being short with him, that his presence was a total hiccup in my routine. "I asked Quatre," he'd said slowly, pulling at the hair poking out from under his ball cap. "He said you sent Wing to him right away. I asked him if he knew where you'd snuck off to."

"He shouldn't have," I'd answered with a frown. I still kept up with all the others by digital means, but I had been careful not to let any of them become too wary of where I was. I know it seemed a little backwards, but when the war had first ended, I knew I needed the space - even from him, for a little bit. I figured if any of them really needed to see me, it wasn't like they didn't possess the skills to track me down if they were tenacious enough.

Duo's response was a careless shrug. "He didn't," he said. "I had to do most of the legwork myself. And I have to say," he added, indicating me with a poised finger, "chasing you down is one heck of a scavenger hunt, Heero Yuy. Really, sending Wing on such an extensive inter-colony route just to get it to L4 - that was impressive. Almost lost your trail a few times in there, but it was fun!" He grinned, like he was expecting a prize. I had a feeling the prize I most wanted to give him wasn't something he'd have been interested in at the time.

I cleared my throat, my eyes sliding away from his face. "It was easy," I'd said self-consciously. It had been, really. Having access to all those freighting ships and knowing a few of their pilots had made plotting out a roundabout delivery route for Wing simple. I'd sent it at least four times in orbit from colony to colony, making sure it changed hands at almost every stopover before it arrived at its destination. Fortunately, the trade routes were just as laden with contraband as normal cargo, which made the hunt for a pilot who didn't ask a lot of questions about what exactly he was shipping fairly effortless. I have to admit, I hadn't been all that sad to see Wing go.

Duo looked fairly unimpressed at my claim. "You'd make sweating blood easy," he said with a roll of his eyes. "Anyway, how long do I have to stand here before you invite me in for some lemonade and cookies?"

"I don't have either," I'd said automatically before I realized he was just making a figure of speech. "I mean, I'm sorry," I was quick to amend, stepping out of the way so he could come into the apartment. "Please."

He was shaking his head hopelessly as he hung his jacket and hat on one of the hooks by the door as if every day, right next to my favourite denim coat. "Homey pad you got here. I kinda like it," he commented as he followed me to the small kitchen. I didn't dare look back at him, but I knew his head was probably swiveling in every direction as he took in his surroundings.

"It serves its purpose," I answered as I walked over to the stove. Lifting the kettle, I turned back and asked, "Is tea alright?"

"Oh, sure," he consented absently. He was standing by the door with his arms crossed, distracted by the framed newspaper clippings hanging over the vidphone. There weren't that many: just the small flurry of articles that had come out with the media buzz right after we'd foiled White Fang's Operation M and OZ had disbanded. There was a colour photograph from the front page of an international newspaper that portrayed the five of us with Relena at the Sanq knighting ceremony she insisted we all go through; the accompanying article was printed beneath the headline that read 'Soldiers for Peace'. There was a small article to commemorate the day Quatre took over his father's corporation and another announcing the launch of the ESUN's new enforcement organization, the Preventers, among others. I had a few more in my makeshift study, but I didn't intend to show him those; most of them were things that kept track of his whereabouts for the past year or so and would probably leave him asking more questions than I'd been prepared to answer at the time.

We fell into a strange silence after that, the only noise in the room coming from the analog clock ticking on the wall and the slowly mounting hiss of the steam from the kettle as the water became hotter. It whistled just as he was taking a seat in the chair I usually used as a footrest when I was sitting at the table. I poured the boiling water into the two waiting mugs beside the stove and went rummaging for some bread and jam to eat with the tea. I ferried our impromptu snack to the table and sat down in the other chair at the table, hoping the meager offering was sufficient.

The quiet remained for a little bit longer as I watched him saw off a fat hunk of bread from the loaf, which he then proceeded to smother in blueberry jam. I liked the way his hands worked, the strong way he'd hold the loaf in place while he cut it and the confident way he held the bread knife. I couldn't resist the burning question inside of me any longer, and I can only imagine what kind of fool Duo thought I was when I blurted, "Just why are you here?"

He stared at me across the table, the bread poised just in front of his mouth, like he was about to take a bite. "Why shouldn't I be?" he'd countered, his voice soft. "I need tickets to hang out with my best friend now? Sorry, Heero, but that's already Trowa's gimmick."

His tone was serious, but his words made me laugh anyway, and in that moment, I realized why I missed him so much. He gave my life a jumpstart, made it a lively, bearable thing. He was the kind of person who laughed at the rain and made up goofy dances for the songs on the radio just to make me smile. No one else hugged me for the hell of it, or could tell when something had upset me without even having to ask.

Then it dawned on me what he'd actually said. "You think of me as your best friend?" I'd wondered, completely amazed by this pronouncement. I hardly had enough friends to count on two hands; the fact that Duo gave that much of a damn about me was almost unfathomable.

"Well, duh, Heero," he'd said bluntly, as if I'd have to be an idiot not to know. "Spending time with anybody else just isn't the same." He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he fed himself the rest of his bread slice. The smear of blueberry jam at the corner of his mouth distracted me from finishing my own, though. "I would know," he was saying. "I hung out with all sorts of folks for a good half a year before I decided enough was enough. Some of them were even kinda neat, but none of them were you." He polished off the rest of his bread and reached for the mug of tea that was still cooling on the table, mumbling, "Quatre calling me was one of the best things that's happened me in a while."

"About disposing of your Gundam?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. "I thought you were particularly attached to yours."

He took a sip of tea, set the mug down and shrugged. "We don't need them anymore, and besides, going with 'Scythe to see Quatre was probably the best chance I'd get to figure out where the heck you were, mister." He reached for the bread and the knife, cutting into the flakey crust again. "'Scythe may have been special to me, yeah, but at the end of the day, he's still just a big pile of metal. I'd trade that for you any day, Heero." He was coating his second slice of bread in jam, still unaware of the blue stain of it by his smiling lips.

I set my bread down next to my mug, idly collecting crumbs on the tip of my finger. My eyes flicked up at him, finding him looking at me like he knew there was something I wanted to say. It was almost uncanny how good he was at that. He probably thought I was just being moody, but really, I had no idea what to tell him without feeling foolish.

"You know, you don't have to tell me you missed me if you didn't," he said, almost as if he could read my very thoughts. "It's not like I get that easily offended."

My entire body jerked as i lifted my eyes to meet his straight on. "But I did," I finally admitted, not even realizing what I was saying until the words were well out of my mouth.

"Really?" He perked up, excited like a puppy being offered a bone, but then drooped almost seconds later. "But then why did you run away?"

"Run away? I didn't...." I trailed off, his meaning dawning upon me. "I'm sorry, Duo," I apologized, hanging my head again, certain he was disappointed with me. "I didn't want it to seem like I didn't care. I was just... really confused and I - "

He pinched the crust of bread that still remained from his second slice between his teeth and reached across the tiny table to pat the backs of my hands, which were fisted on either side of my mug. "Don't worry; I get it," he said in a way that assured me he wasn't just trying to make me feel better. "Life comes at'cha fast. You don't always get that chance to think. We all kinda needed the break, I guess."

"Yeah," I sighed, glad he at least seemed to understand.

"So," he said, pulling the crust out of his mouth and holding it aloft as he leaned comfortably on one hand. "What'd you think about?"

Right then, I almost gave into temptation and told him the unadulterated truth of it. I wanted him to know that I thought about him every day and every night and that I just wanted to hold him in my arms forever - that I would belong to him whether he'd have me or not and that all he needed to do was ask, and I would give him my everything. With him around, I could feel my heart thumping in my chest and my lungs fill with air; he gave my life the vitality it had been lacking for so long.

But I didn't confess any of those things. I was too afraid. Instead, I went for a less specific response, hoping it would at least be enough to satisfy his curiosity until I was ready to be more honest with him. "About my life - what I want for myself," I said, trying to be nonchalant.

"Oh." His reaction didn't give away whether or not my answer was enough until he pressed for more information with another question. "Well, what did you decide?"

"Stay with me," I entreated him, a split second rush of all those romantic notions enough to make me speak without thinking. I rushed to explain myself, praying I hadn't painted myself into a corner with my foolhardiness. "So we can reconnect, I mean. It's been so long since we've seen each other and we've never had time to just... enjoy being together," I rambled, hoping I made remote sense.

"Whoa, what's this?" Duo seemed a little overwhelmed by my outburst, but he took it in stride. "And here I was thinking I'd have to ease into that particular topic."

I hoped I didn't sound as pathetically desperate as I felt, but the fear that this visit was just as temporary as our companionship during the war wouldn't leave me alone. "Please say you will."

Something in his expression changed then, like he'd been gifted with some sort of understanding. "So you really did miss me," he murmured more to himself as he gave my hands another reassuring pat. Then, clearing his throat, he added curiously, "Was it really that lonely?"

I met his eyes and found him waiting peaceably for my response, glad he wasn't looking at me with any traces of pity. I didn't want him to feel sorry for me, but I still felt obligated to answer his question. "Unbearably," I said, my voice trembling a little. "Worse even than when I was a brat," I elaborated, unable to stop the words from coming out as they filled my mouth. "Back then, I didn't have anyone to lose."

There was a moment where an empathetic haze misted over his eyes, but he was quick to brighten the heavy mood, as was often his way. "Well, you never have to feel that way again, so you can just turn that frown upside down, 'Ro!" he exclaimed cheerfully. He stood up and stretched even further across the table, placing his thumbs at the corners of my mouth and reversing the crescent shape of my lips. If the colony had chosen that moment to fall apart around me, I wouldn't have noticed, because all I could see was Duo's face. I felt my mouth settle in its new expression of its own accord, even as Duo pulled his hands away. "That's how I like to see my Heero," he said as he sat back down in his own chair.

"This is how I like to feel," I told him, a little well of pleasure settling in my chest at the thought of being his Heero. God, how I wanted to be his - his in every sense of the word.

Still, I was already more comforted than I had in the whole time I'd been on L1 by myself. Suddenly, all the confusion and unrest I'd been experiencing didn't seem as vicious a monster as it had even that very morning. I could have given away everything I owned in that instant and would still have felt like I was made of air so long as I stayed like that. I knew the world was starting to grow restless and volatile again, but then, rebels and war was the furthest thing from my mind. I'd venture to say I hardly even cared about any of it.

"Hey," he said, drawing me out of my reverie. He was standing up, gulping down the last of his cold tea. "It's getting sort of late. I should probably do something about holing up for the night."

I was immediately on my feet, artfully moving around the table so I could grab his wrist. "Don't bother," I insisted, just short of pleading him again. "Stay here."

He blinked strangely at me, like he wasn't sure if he'd heard properly. "You sure that's okay?" he ventured.

"I wouldn't offer if it wasn't," I told him sincerely, gripping his wrist tighter. It wasn't thin by any means, but it was still fairly bony. "You can sleep in the bed."

"Well, if you're sure it's okay," he relented. Only then did I release his wrist, which he immediately started to massage with his other hand, though he was trying hard to do so in as unnoticeable a manner as he could. I guess I hadn't realized how tightly I'd been grabbing onto him.

"You're welcome anytime," I said, hoping to avoid any awkwardness about how miserable I probably seemed. "This way," I directed him with a wave, passing him to lead him towards the bedroom. My apartment wasn't huge, barely more than the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, study and common area, but it was still a lot more affordable than a similar place would have been anywhere worth living on earth. I made sure to enter the bedroom before him on the pretense of turning on the lamp by the bed, but really more intent on hiding the picture of him I'd clipped out of the newspaper a long time ago; it lived in a small frame on the nightstand.

He wasn't really paying much attention to what I was doing, instead more focused on taking in the room he'd be spending the night in. When the lamp came on and bathed the room in a more suitable light, he let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, good, a double," he said, nodding towards the bed. "Means I won't have to kick you out of your own room. I'd feel bad if that was the case."

Luckily, the lamp still wasn't strong enough to make the reddened colour of my cheeks terribly prominent. "It's not a problem," I insisted, nervous about this potential new hurdle. "The armchair in the living room is comfortable enough. I've fallen asleep there many times before."

He got a look on his face like he was staring at a crazy person. "Don't make me force you, Heero," he said, his tone thick with seriousness. "If anyone's sleeping in an armchair, it's me, but I think this bed is plenty big for us both."

I sighed and conceded he was right, not too keen on making the situation any worse. Both of us were barely sixteen and still stuck in the awkwardness of youthful development; he was gangly and thin, while I was just short. "Fine," I told him with a shake of my head. Then I jerked my head back towards the short hall just outside the bedroom door, where he stood. "Bathroom's just to the right. There are towels in the closet there. I don't mind if you shower first."

"Nah, I'm cool," he said with a toss of his hand, finally venturing into the room and settling down on the edge of the bed. He turned to admire the view of the spaceport outside the window over it, anxiously tapping his foot on the carpeted floor. The satellite was starting to shut down its daytime simulation, bathing the outside in a ghostly, orange light.

"What is it?" noticing the quick rhythm of his foot.

He looked a little sheepish when he realized he'd been found out. "Do you have a spare set of PJ pants or something?" He was rubbing the back of his neck, just beneath the thickest part of his braid. "I didn't bring any stuff with me."

"You went colony hopping and didn't bring a single thing with you?" I raised my eyebrows at him, remembering that he hadn't had anything more than his leather jacket in hand when he'd come inside.

"Well, I did have a knapsack when I started out, but I ditched it at Q's," he defended himself. "Didn't want all that dead weight to hold me back when I started out to find you. Figured I could live day to day decently enough for the time being."

I shook my head, now positive that Duo was crazy. I'm not sure how being drawn to that spoke much better in my favour, really. "Feel free to use whatever you'd like," I told him as I started walking towards the door with plans to shower, detouring by the bureau on my way to grab a pair of flannels.

I heard him call out a word of thanks as I left and headed for the bathroom. The moment I'd closed the door behind me, I pressed my back against it and stared up at the ceiling fixture, trying hard to get myself to breathe normally. Not losing my composure around Duo when he'd suggested we share my bed had been one of the hardest struggles of my adolescent life. I wondered how I'd ever make it through the night.

Tossing my flannels onto the toilet, I stripped myself of my clothes and left a trail of them in my wake as I moved towards the bathtub. I pulled the shower curtain closed and leaned over the tub to adjust the water temperature and turn on the showerhead. I climbed in with the intention to purge myself of the stench of the day, but even as I stood there with the bar of soap clutched in one hand, I found myself more concerned with ridding myself of the urges that were conglomerating in the pit of my stomach.

Before I knew it, the soap had slid down towards the drain and I was coiled on the floor of the porcelain tub with my feet up on the sides as I touched myself with needy, starved fingers. I thrust up into the curve of my hand, tears wetting my eyelashes as I fought not to gasp Duo's name each time. At least the hiss of the water did enough to hide my whimpers as my need became more and more acute. I jerked my cock violently in my fist, imagining that it was Duo who was settled between my legs, stroking and petting me to such intense orgasm. Then, with the stain of my desire coating my thighs, I rolled over and curled up beneath the falling shower water to cry, knowing that the closest I'd ever get to Duo was in fantasy.

I finished relatively quickly after that, cleaning myself thoroughly and turning off the shower to step out and dry off. I pulled on my flannels and gathered my dirty laundry to toss into the hamper on my way back to the bedroom. I found him sitting on the bed in a pair of my boxer shorts, running his fingers through his long, unbound hair in a rudimentary effort to comb it. The image very nearly had me running back to the safe confines of the bathroom.

"You okay, man?" he asked as I silently crawled into the space right against the wall. He reached for the lamp to turn it off and slid under the covers, rolling over to face me in the dark. "It's just that, I thought I heard you sobbing a little in the bathroom and I was worried."

"It's nothing," I assured him, clutching my pillow tightly.

"You sure?" he pressed skeptically. "You're not just saying that because you think that Heero Yuy problems aren't worth a thought from anybody else, are you?"

"Yes," I answered, purposely leaving it ambiguous as to which of his statements I was referring to. I guess he knew when to let it lie, because he didn't address it anymore, instead just groping for my hand in the dark so he could give it a steady squeeze. He kept his hand there, even after he'd released the pressure, and before long, the lax droop of his fingers and the rise of his soft snoring signaled he'd fallen asleep. I lay next to him, awake for many hours after that, all the while dreaming he would wake up to make love to me until the small hours of the morning.

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I should have known he wanted to fuck the second I saw him buy that goddamn ice cream cone. Hell, I should have known it when he started toying with that damned tongue bar of his, making these coy little glances up and down the length of my body like he was trying to decide which piece of clothing to tear off first. If someone had told me that Heero Yuy was a sex maniac when I first met him, I'd have laughed that person's ass to the moon and back. But there it was: Heero Yuy was fucking addicted to, well... fucking. Who'd have thought that would've been the thing that got Heero motherfucking Yuy's blood running.

He had the craziest kinks, too. The first time we did it had been in the second stall from the door in the men's bathroom of some Irish pub we'd crashed for the night. Granted, he'd had a little too much to drink, which was how we'd found ourselves practically on top of each other, while he retched a good third of the bar's selection into the toilet, and I guess there'd been a little accidental brushing of this and bumping of that. Before either of us really knew what was going on, he was gripping the top of the metal stall partition with both hands, his head turned towards the shuddering florescent lights above. One of his feet was clamped against the small of my back, the other propped against the toilet, while I thrust up into his tight ass. His loud moans made it no secret to anybody wandering by what we were up to, either. The time after that was in a nearly empty movie house in the middle of a flick, and another time, across a picnic table in the park. Public sex, Heero Yuy: still have trouble adding the two together, despite the very convincing evidence.

But he wasn't limited to just that. Even quiet moments, where no one would ever see us, if the opportunity presented itself, Heero was always more than ready to get busy. Maybe he just liked pleasing me. I'd dabbled around my fair share with sex and stuff, but I got to say, no one sucked cock like Heero, and no one rode it quite like him, nor did anyone spread 'em and beg for it the way he did. No one looked half as good doing those things as he did, either. If he hadn't confessed to me he'd been a virgin before we'd started having sex, I'd have liked to find the guy who taught Heero to be so damn good so I could thank him before breaking his fucking neck for getting to him first.

And goddammit, if no one knew how to turn me on like Heero did. I mean, I'd always thought he was pretty damn fine, and more and more, I was starting to get an inkling he'd liked me for a lot longer than he'd ever admit, but ever since all that went out into the open, he'd been shameless about doing whatever he could to make me pant. I think he sometimes did it just as much for his own amusement, the smug bastard.

Which brought me back to that stupid ice cream cone he'd just picked up and was now licking fervently as we continued down the boulevard. His tongue swirled around the vanilla white globe that crowned the sugar cone, twisting it around with an agonizingly slow rotation of his wrist. I could even see the way his tongue piercing left a shallow rut in its wake as it cut through the soft treat. His eyelids were heavy, but he was watching me with a rather hungry expression in the darks of his eyes.

I decided to play it cool - to give him a taste of his own medicine. "Hey, 'Ro, check that out!" I said, excitedly pointing down the sidewalk at a very large, grand-looking building at the end of the block, while at the same time, I let my other hand ghost across his back, wandering down just far enough to slip my fingers teasingly into the waistband of his shorts before retracting them again. It was brief, but I felt him shudder at the contact. Point for Maxwell.

"Nice hotel," he commented just before widening his mouth a little and going down on the lump of ice cream. His lips were stained milky white as he slid them over it. "Think it's a little more than we can afford, though." Here, he quirked an eyebrow, lapping at the ice cream on his lips with the tip of his tongue. Damn, but he was good!

I was torn between trying to mess with him and rising to the challenge he was clearly laying out before me. A moment of antsy deliberation found me leaning heavily towards the more masculine choice. "Want a bet?" I quipped, crossing my arms and eyeing the five-star hotel as we neared it.

Both his eyebrows shot up this time, and I could tell he was definitely intrigued. "Sounds a little wild, Maxell," he said, making another languid pass at his ice cream.

I knew then that our afternoon had suddenly gotten booked solid. "Not as wild as what'll happen next, Yuy," I jibed right back. Already, we were strolling up the white brick cul-de-sac that led up to the hotel. "Think you can handle it?"

His step became a bit livelier as we walked up to the entrance of the hotel, where a smartly dressed doorman held one of the heavy glass doors open for us, all the while eyeing our so out-but-in clothing. Heero lingered in the lobby, waiting for me to fall into step with him, and then brought his lips close to my ear, whispering, "Think you can handle me?"

I shivered, and it had nothing to do with his cold breath. Not even taking the time to take in the grandeur of the marble-floored lobby, I grabbed Heero's wrist and started walking brusquely towards the elevators, some hair-brained scheme already starting to hatch itself in my head. After living by the seats of our pants for almost two months now, I kind of liked to think I'd developed a talent for stunts like this. Not that it was really even the foremost thing on my mind; I was a little more concerned with Heero's lips, his thighs, and his hips and his ass.

There were a few people waiting for the elevators when we got over there: two of them were wearing matching blue dresses and aprons, each with an armload of fresh bathroom towels; the other guy standing there was some snob from LA proper, who kept eyeing Heero disdainfully. I never thought I'd live to see the day Heero garnered more attention than I did, but I thought that even without the bleached fringe and the piercings, he was already unforgettable. I knew the guy wasn't looking to paw Heero or anything, but I sent him a contemptuous glare anyway, just to make sure he knew what he was messing around with.

The elevator arrived with a pleasant chime and we all piled on. The snob hit the button for the executive suites on the top floor and the maids hit the button for floor six. I hit the button for twelve, and Heero, having finally licked his ice cream down to the cone, started taking bites out of the treat. I think he probably had an idea as to what my game plan was and I trusted him to fall into step pretty easily.

The two maids were young, chatty things, gossiping about some guy named Fernando in rapid Spanish. My Spanish was kind of shaky since most people spoke Standard nowadays, but I knew enough to notice when their subject shifted to us; it seemed they were disputing which one of us was hotter, though when I winked at the pair, both of them were reduced to red faced giggles behind the stacks of towels they carried. It was when Heero decided to let me eat the last of his ice cream cone right out of his hand that really commanded their attention, though. Even the douche in the business suit was staring slack jawed at our display - especially when I took the liberty of licking Heero's sticky hand clean. Then I leaned close to the girl nearest to me and whispered something to her, simultaneously sliding my hand into her pocket in search of her universal card key.

The two maids left the elevator a giddy mess and Heero and I left the elevator smugly and far hornier than we'd been when we'd gotten on. "Left or right?" I asked as we stood in front of the brass sign mounted on the wall that gave directions to the numbered rooms, twiddling the stolen keycard between my fingers.

Heero just shrugged and walked towards the nearest door, which happened to be to the right. I came up beside him and knocked lightly on the door, saying in as calm a voice I could, "Housekeeping?"

Heero sniggered at me and I made a face at him, pressing an ear to the door to listen for a response. Hearing nothing after a few moments, I inserted the key and cracked the door open. I found the room empty, but there was a rollaway suitcase sitting at the foot of the bed, opened to reveal at least a week's worth of women's clothes. That wouldn't do. I pulled the door closed with a frustrated growl, getting uncontrollably impatient. Goddamn, I wanted to fuck just as bad as Heero did by this point and it was driving me nuts.

"What nonsense were you telling those girls, anyway?" Heero wanted to know as I repeated the same charade on a door a little further down the hall.

"Oh, only that you know how to work your tongue even better than I do," I murmured back with a sly grin, just after I'd decided it had been quiet long enough to attempt an entry. I felt an excited tingle between my legs when I found the room in pristine condition, like no one had slept there in days. Still, just to be safe, I gave the place a more thorough search, opening drawers and checking the bathroom in case we'd just happened upon some neatfreak's space.

Just as I came to the conclusion that we'd found a nice, unoccupied room, I felt a pair of strong hands grab my shoulders from behind and spin me around. Before I knew it, Heero had his lips working against mine, teasing my tongue with his as his hands roamed down my back and beneath the waistband of my board shorts. His hands clamped down hard, a stray finger wandering to tease the cleft of my ass as he ground himself as close as he possibly could. I could feel his unbuttoned fly and his hardened member through the cloth of my shorts as we stumbled across the room.

I felt the backs of my knees collide with something hard, almost causing me to trip. Pulling my lip with his teeth as he broke our kiss, he removed his hands from my shorts and grabbed my shoulders again, forcing me downward onto what I quickly realized was a chair. "Let me remind you, then," he growled, standing above me with a hand under my chin to lift my eyes from his heavy, beautiful cock, "just how good you think I am."

I licked my lips, making it no secret how ready I was to make good on that. "I sure hope you put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door," I said, letting my hands wander up his thighs, groping for the split in his pants, where he was just begging to be touched. I wrapped my hand around his cock, loving the way his body arched as I swiped my thumb over its tip and gave it a teasing little pump. "Did you?" I asked as his fingers fell away from my chin and my touching became a little more commanding. I got a hardly coherent whimper as a response.

After a little while of toying with his cock, I let go and wrapped an arm around his waist to pulled him closer. His erection bobbed playfully against my cheek and I laid a gentle little kiss against it as I fumbled with the string holding my shorts up. His hands were lost in my hair, one clawing at my ponytail while the other raked viciously against my scalp. Honestly, I hardly noticed, because I was too preoccupied with getting my own fingers around my dick. It strained up towards Heero like it already knew just what it wanted.

I knew Heero had noticed me fondling myself when I felt his cock twitch against my face eagerly. He pulled his hands out of my hair and fell to his knees, yanking my hand off his prize and violently pushing my legs apart so he could position himself right in front of my chair. A hand pressed right at the crook where my thighs joined my torso, he leaned forward, his open mouth eager to receive its favourite indulgence. The feathery ends of his thick bangs tickled my lower abdomen as he started to swallow my swelling penis bit by bit. The cool nub of his tongue bar slid erotically against my flesh as he dragged it down the length of my shaft and across the slit, eagerly lapping at the precum that had started to pearl itself there. I found whenever Heero was on his knees for me, he indulged in sucking my cock like he was a slave to it. I'd seen him get off to it without even having to touch himself.

"Oh, kitten," I groaned, my voice rumbling deep and raspy in my chest as I felt my orgasm rising higher and higher. My hands were fisted in his hair, and I pulled at it viciously as I came into his waiting mouth. He drank of it greedily, kissing his way down my cock even after I'd finished just to lick up the residue of it. The contact was making me hard again. "Baby, I'm gonna come again if you keep that up," I managed to say through grit teeth.

I felt him smile against my skin at the comment. "What if that's what I want?" he murmured, giving my cock another indulgent lick before standing up and taking a few steps backwards to lean on the nearby desk. He partook in masturbating for me, his rhythmic ministrations causing his already loosened pants to slide further down his hips. I wet my lips as I watched, adoring the way he meld my name into a long, erotic moan with each thrust he made into his waiting hand.

He pushed his pants down around his ankles and hitched himself up onto the desk, the black garment still dangling from one of his feet. Leaning against the wall behind the desk, he splayed his legs apart and let his other hand join the first in his touching, slipping up beneath his shirt to tweak his nipple rings. He caressed his balls with a smirk that boasted he knew that it was something I liked, though the smug expression quickly melted away when he pressed a finger deep inside of himself. He readjusted his position on the desk to allow his fingers easier access, adding a second, and soon after, a third, as he continued to fuck himself with them.

I could barely stand to watch it casually for very long. Soon, I was on my feet, striding over to the desk and moving to stand between his legs, a hand firmly planted on the wall on either side of his head. "You want me to come for you again?" I hissed, already feeling that familiar tightness in my belly again. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Heero...."

My voice was reduced to a guttural noise in my throat as he leaned close to my ear and whispered around a needy moan, "You know how I like it, Duo."

By God, did I. Heero often complained that if he wasn't screaming my name while we were doing it, I wasn't fucking him nearly hard enough. I swallowed at the thought of Heero's voice, hoarse with passion and then managed in a shaky whisper, "Got any lube or something?"

"Don't bother," Heero answered just as raggedly, easing his fingers out of himself so he could wrap both arms around my neck. "Just get that big fucking cock of yours inside of me."

I took a moment to be flattered by his word choice as I rushed to unlace my board shorts all the way, dropping them to the floor and guiding the head of my throbbing dick right up to his ass. I spat into one palm and slicked it across my erection anyway, despite Heero's protests to get on with it. We let out a simultaneous groan as I finally pushed my cock into him, slowly at first, but with a gradual increase in tempo as my more primal instincts started to take over.

His back collided against the wall with a thump at every stroke, each thrust rougher than the last. Hips rising to meet me as I pounded into him, his gasping lips shaped my name and his eyes rolled back into his head with the haze of euphoria. He was hanging onto me like I was the only steady thing in the world, his blunt fingernails digging into my back as he begged for me to fill him, to be part of him.

I was practically crawling on top of him while we went at it. I could feel the desk shuddering beneath our heaving bodies and his hard cock rubbing through the fabric of my shirt and up against my belly, wet with the traces of his desire. I could tell he was getting closer to the edge with the way he'd started panting, arching with a bit more finality to his movements. I wasn't in a much better state, the anticipation of waiting to come at any second sending a flurry of butterflies through my stomach.

He climaxed not long after I did, letting out a pleasure-ridden moan as he spilled his seed. I could feel mine coating my own cock, which was still buried deep within him as we clung to each other, waiting for the fog of our orgasms to subside. His arms were still looped around my neck, and he leaned up to lay a lazy kiss on my lips, his own quiet way of thanking me. I indulged the touch, opening my mouth to taste him better.

After he broke the kiss, he leaned his head against the wall, his eyelids half closed over his dark, starry eyes. "You do know that I'm not even close to being satisfied, Maxwell," he murmured, rolling the nubbed end of his tongue bar across his bottom lip.

I chuckled a little and smoothed his blond bangs up over his brown-topped head to lay a kiss on his forehead. "You're never satisfied, kitten," I whispered back before pulling away and drawing my semi-hard cock from his body. "You have a libido of steel - which I guess should be expected." I laughed a little, flopping back down into the chair and trying hard to ignore the way my cock was stirring at the suggestion of more fucking. "Considering that you're you and everything, I mean."

He smirked and inched forward to the edge of the desk, planting his hands between his naked legs as he leaned forward. "What are you trying to imply? That you can't keep up?" he wanted to know, clearly out to tease me. Sex brought out the most devious aspects of Heero's personality. Anyone who tried to say that he was completely thickheaded clearly didn't know him very well.

"Not a chance," I scoffed, running a hand through my hair and meeting his sultry expression with one of my own.

He gave his foot a shake, tossing his pants to the floor as he crossed his arms over his abdomen and grabbed the hem of his shirt, which he then pulled swiftly over his head, giving his hair a tousling shake as he pulled his head through the neck opening. "We might as well take advantage of this posh room while we can," he said casually as he threw his shirt onto his crumpled pants and, now completely nude, slid off the desk, stalking towards me with malicious intent gleaming in his eyes.

One corner of my mouth tweaked itself up higher than the other. "Heh, well, if it wasn't here, it'd be somewhere else," I said drolly, despite the fact I was eyeing him hungrily as he drew nearer. "You're insatiable, Heero Yuy."

Looming in front of me again, he reached forward and pulled my shirt off over my head, carelessly discarding it by his feet. He stood straddling my lap, a hand resting comfortably on either of my shoulders. The proximity of his cock to my lips had me licking them again, the temptation sending an erotic shock down to my groin.

"I can't help it," he murmured, trailing a hand down my chest as he reached for my reawakening erection. His lips were ghosts against my ear as he lovingly took my penis into his palm and closed his caressing fingers around it. "I love having you like this," he purred, expertly jerking my dick to attention with a few rough strokes. "It's everything I dreamed it would be."

With those words, he lowered himself onto my lap, holding my excited cock in place as he settled himself over it and began to take the length of it inside again. The sensation made me just want to heave right up into him again, but I bit my lip and forced myself to allow him to set the pace.

It didn't take him long to completely mount himself, and soon, he'd wound his arms around my neck again and stolen my lips for another long, indulgent kiss as he started to roll his hips gently, slowly building up a steadily increasing rhythm. It was a little less frenzied than our last bout, but no less ardent. That was another thing that made Heero such a beautiful lover: he was more passionate than anyone I'd ever met, and it was achingly clear in moments like these.

I was the one who was clinging on for dear life this time. He really did send the world spinning over my head, like I was plummeting really fast and the only thing that saved it from being a dangerous fall was Heero's presence - a rush like none I'd ever experienced before. All he had left to give me was himself, but I was beginning to realize that it was the only thing I'd ever really wanted, anyway.

His eyes flicked up to meet mine, his lips parted with the burden of his heavy breathing. He was riding me more fervently now, easing up and slamming down on my cock and quivering with pleasure every time it rammed that one spot hidden deep within him. He pressed his cheek against mine, whispering sweet nothings into my ear; he'd tell me he loved me and it made me feel even more fulfilled than his heat enveloping my arousal.

The wooden back of the chair stamped a harsh imprint of itself into my back as I threw myself against it, starting to become overwhelmed with the rise of yet another orgasm. Heero's cock drummed against his stomach, every now and again bumping up against me as he also started to draw nearer to that point. I drew him closer to me, trapping his shoulder beneath the crook of my neck and staring down the length of his back to the place where our bodies were joined just as traces of my release started to leak down the inside of my thigh. I could feel the warm splatter of his come against my stomach and the pleased shudder that overtook him afterwards.

He held my face lovingly as he offered me another soft kiss before clambering off my lap, albeit with a twinge of reluctance. It was like he couldn't stand not having me inside of him - like the idea of us being apart was the most insufferable torture he could possibly endure. I found myself thinking about how he'd so easily given himself to me and how he'd been saving his virgin kisses for me. It was like he'd been waiting his whole life to.

But I had no idea how to ask him about any of that, afraid of what his answer might be if I openly asked him how deep his affection for me ran. He said he loved me and that he loved fucking me, but maybe it was just a momentary kick for him - a passing phase to get off on, just like this entire crazy escapade of ours had been. Though I think what scared me more was how the thought of him did things to me I never dreamed it would - things that maybe I'd entertained only in moments of fanciful curiosity.

The rush of faucet water drew me out of my dissident thoughts, and I looked up to see him standing by the bathroom door with a worried expression on his face. "What's wrong, Duo?" he queried, his concern more important to him than even taking care of the drying stickiness on his body.

For some reason, I found my mind wandering back to that day I'd first showed up on L1 after the first war and his surprise that I'd actually bothered to follow him up there. "Why are you here, Heero?" I asked, echoing the same question he'd asked me in his little kitchenette all those years ago.

The water was still gurgling into the bathroom sink, but he had forgotten it. "Because I'm closer than most to you," he answered, hanging his head so he could hide his eyes from mine behind his long fringe. "What else am I supposed to do?"

I stared across the room at him, bewildered and unsure if his question was rhetorical or not. "You don't have to feel so... obligated," I said lamely. The word brought a dryness to my mouth and a new fear to my head. The semen painting my abdomen suddenly felt really uncomfortable. The sound of the running faucet roared louder in my ears and I got to my feet, trudging past him on my way to the bathroom.

He followed me, standing in the doorway and watching me wet one of the face cloths by the sink under the water. I could see him reflected near the edge of the big mirror that covered the expanse of wall above the granite counter. He stood there silently, just... watching me as I wiped our come off my torso and thighs. His expression remained sad even as I wiped my cock down with the cloth. When he fiddled with his tongue bar, it seemed more like a nervous habit than a seduction.

I tried not to pay attention to that look of his, refusing to let it mean things to me I wasn't sure that it did. I cleaned off the cloth when I was done and almost blindly held it out to him as I fumbled with the tap.

"It's not because of duty that I'm here, Duo," he said, his hands closing around my fingers and lingering on the damp cloth. "I'm your wingman, remember? I'll stand by you."

My hand quavered and relented the cloth, which he withdrew reluctantly. I leaned morosely on the countertop on the heels of my hands, frowning at my tousled hair and my naked body. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to pity fuck me, you know," I said a bit frostily. I knew I didn't mean it even before the words came out and they stung my ears just as much as I'm sure they burned his.

"A pity fuck?" Now Heero was the one who sounded bewildered. He jerked up from cleaning himself with startled eyes. "You think I'd make love to you out of pity?" He stepped closer to me, flinging the cloth aside and not even noticing as it smacked the shower curtain out of the way before slapping the tile wall around the bathtub. "You think that I care for you out of pity?" He sounded torn between being hurt and offended. "I'm here because I want to be," he said adamantly, reaching out to force my body around to face him instead of the mirror. "I'm lost without you, so when you left, I followed - even if I knew you probably didn't have any better direction than I did."

His words were heartfelt, but there was one thing that struck me particularly. "You think of it as... making love?" I whispered, a heavy swallow sinking down my throat and landing awkwardly in my stomach. "It's not just some kind of entertainment to you? A game? Just a way to get off - like jumping off buildings and stealing everything we can?"

His hands were on my cheeks again, pulling my face towards his for another one of his precious kisses. "Never with you," he murmured, his eyes still closed even after his lips had left mine.

I stared back at him, amazed how much he still looked the same as he always did, even with the bleached hair and the tattoo and all the piercings. And in that moment, gazing deep into that longing, loving expression, I realized how stupid I was, growing used to seeing that look on his face after all these years and never once realizing it was only for me. "Heero, why -"

"You know why," he cut me off, not wanting to hear any of my protests. He angled himself a bit more towards the mirror, resting a hand on the edge of the counter as he studied our reflection, the cut of our forms and the hardly palpable distance between us. "It's that something you were looking for," he went on, closing his eyes and allowing one of those peaceful smiles of his to overtake his features. "While you were trying to find it, I was trying to catch it." He reeled me in to kiss me again, whispering against my lips, "Tag, Duo."

It was then as clear to me as our image in the mirror what he'd been trying to say - what he'd been singing to me for years and years to my deaf ears. The clarity of my epiphany found me surging forward to wrap him into a fierce hug, unable to bear that separation between us, either. The simple caress of his body against mine made me want him again, but this time, I wanted to do it right - to show him all those things I'd been a little too afraid to express before.

I think he quickly became aware of my rekindled desire - especially when the most tangible evidence of it twitched against his thigh. "Who's insatiable, now?" he asked, taking a few steps back and smirking down at my cock.

I wanted to come back at him with some witty retort, but for some reason, my instinct for such banter was oddly dull. Maybe it was the visual distraction - the way Heero had turned to lean both his palms against the edge of the countertop, offering his naked body to me in a way that emphasized the gorgeous curve of his back and contours of his slender, but powerful frame. The spread wings of the raven tattooed to his back brushed the tips of his shoulder blades, a beautiful testament to his devotion to me.

He let out a needy little moan and arched his back a bit more, making it more than clear what he wanted. "Give me a good American dicking, baby," he commanded, his tone firm but breathless. "Do it hard and rough. I want to come again with your name stuck in my throat."

His words went straight to my cock as I moved to stand behind him, molding my body to his bent shape. "I didn't know such dirty talk was part of 'love making', doll," I said into his ear as I nibbled on it. One of my hands had traveled down his thigh and greedily possessed his cock again, while the other hand reached across his chest to toy with the rings piercing his eternally pert nipples. The stimulation caused Heero to rub wantonly against me, despite the firm way he'd braced himself against the counter. I took a moment to glance down the length of his back at his tight little ass. A desire to punish that ass with a thorough spanking suddenly nagged at me, but I had to admit I was a little unsure about trying. I settled for pawing at it a little, pinching and tentatively slapping one of the cheeks to a rather satisfying shade of pink.

"Don't tease! Give me what I fucking want," he ordered with an even more authoritative edge, despite the way he was quaking with pleasure. He'd gotten me hard again in mere moments, his every whimper and plea making my cock throb and drip with need. Abandoning his ass for my own erection, I started stroking myself as fast as I could; Heero only started swearing like that when he was horny as all hell, though a rather masochistic part of me had to admit it was damn hot when he got so demanding - especially when it was for my cock.

After I'd worked my arousal hard, I made a quick job of stretching him again, loving the way he'd groan and rise up on his toes as I pushed my fingers into him. He tossed his head back and forth, moaning how I was doing him just right and how good the penetration felt. Just watching the way the pleasure contorted his face in the mirror while he rode my fingers was enough to make me want to come right there, knowing right away that I wasn't going to last long when I got my dick in there.

When I removed my fingers and replaced them with my cockhead, he hardly gave me a moment to position it before he'd thrust back, impaling himself on it with the most goddamn erotic noise I'd ever heard. He moaned my name and closed his eyes, leaning even more forward onto his hands as he waited in delicious anticipation for me to continue. I rested my chin on one of his shoulders, just taking a moment to admire our breathless faces and the grace in our coupling.

When I did start moving, I gave it to him at first with a series of quick, shallow thrusts, gradually slowing down to a long, steady rhythm that pushed deep into him with agonizing unhurriedness. The groans issuing from the back of his throat were so beautiful, a secret song only for me that was just as enchanting as the other one he liked to hum. When he gasped his declarations of love to me, they took on new meaning for me.

I felt my orgasm shake my entire body this time, and when I came, I grabbed him fiercely around the waist and held him tightly. He arched back into me when he climaxed, leaning his head back on my shoulder, his breath shuddering against my cheek. Every blissful moment in my life to date paled in comparison to the completion I felt right then. And then, I saw it - my deep kick - reflected right there in the mirror, cradled tenderly in my arms.

"It's not just the sex, is it," I said, though I was pretty sure I'd already figured out the answer.

"Mm," he let out, moving his hand to rest on top of mine. "It's just you - sex with you.... Loving you. I'd have been happy even if I was still lying in my single bed back on L1, so long as I could lay there with you."

I imagined his little bed in his little bedroom and pictured myself tangled up with him around his sheets. I thought about what it'd be like to call that tiny Preventers' apartment home and decided I would - if he wanted me to, anyway. We'd come back together after a rough day and we'd collapse onto his mattress to a chorus of squeaky springs, where we'd fall asleep in each other's arms with his quiet humming lingering on the pillow we'd share.

My hands tightened around his midsection as I bowed my head and buried my nose into his hair. I could smell myself on his damp flesh, an aroma that mingled almost indistinguishably with his usual scent of cloves and nutmeg. "Always knew you were sweet," I murmured against his temple.

After reveling in each other's warmth for a few more perfect moments, we helped each other clean up again, but it was almost not worth the effort, because no sooner had we stumbled out of the bathroom did we fall onto the big bed together, where we proceeded to tumble each other until we were both too tired to move. Then we sunk into the mountain of pillows near the headboard and held each other. This time, it was me who sang Heero to sleep.

My fingers toyed with his blond bangs as I watched him slumber. His mouth was open a little, and there was a tiny patch of drool glistening beneath his cheek. I felt like I'd come to the place where I'd started walking in a giant circle, finding what I'd discovered at the end had been there at the beginning, too. "We don't need to keep moving anymore. Let's go home -together," I told him as I closed my eyes. The weight of sleep weighed down on them as I added, "I feel I've gotten closer to you."

Somewhere, I'd once heard that love and music could save us.

It did.

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